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🦋His Best friends ex girlfriend🦋

Pairing: Charles leclerc X Cherrie! : Past Pierre/Cherrie!

Word count: 7.4K

Summary: in which he’s in love with his best friends ex girlfriend.

Charles stood by the bar with his drink in his hand as he looked around the jam packed, crowded club , the pounding music that was vibrating around the room already making his head rattle as he clenched his teeth together to try and hear the odd conversation that was being spoken around him.

He was only keen to speak to one person that night , his eyes eagerly searching each person that passed him in search for her familiar wild hair, keeping his ears open for her loud , familiar laugh.

She had been in high spirits all day, pracitically skipping across the paddock with a large grin on her pretty face as she waved at anyone and everyone that she saw. Getting nothing but amused laughs and celebratory calls over to her in return.

It was her birthday after all. The one day of the year where Cherrie let herself get black out drunk and shovelled her face with cake as she did so.

She had been specific in telling them what kind of cake she wanted too and as Charles looked over at the now half missing , six tier chocolate cake with raspberry filling and ganache covering it, he couldn't help but smile , more than pleased with himself .

He had been the one to order it for her. Had made sure that every stack had come with bright sparklers hanging out of it too, he knew how much she loved tackiness and the extraness of it all. It was why he had also made them put a icing copy of her on top of it too. The little figure was an exact replica of cherrie , or at least the best that could be done out of icing .

She had cried with laughter when she had seen it , shrieking and jumping on the heels off her feet in excitement as she warned everyone , very loudly, that no one was to touch the mini Cherrie but her . Charles knew that by the end of the night , she would be shoving it into her sparkling purse to take home with her .

If she made it home at all that was . She had been throwing back every single shot and every single glass of booze that was given to her. He only hoped that she hadn’t suddenly become a lightweight overnight , thankfully she could usually handle her liquor well .

But it was her birthday and he knew that the usual limit between happily drunk and dangerously drunk would be pushed that night . Which was why he was so keen on finding her pretty face in the crowed room again, wanting to keep an eye on her to make sure that she was okay and that she stayed that way.

Plus he missed her . Even though it had only been an hour since he had heard her loud laughter, since she had wandered off into the awaiting crowd after shoving a piece of cake into his awaiting hands . A kiss on the cheek and she was gone before he could even beg for her to stay.

He knew that it was Pathetic , to be so attached to her that not having her by his side made him completely miserable . But he couldn't help it. She made his heart race and kick into overtime with each little smile she gave him .

She was just so beautiful that sometimes he found it hard to remember how to breathe normally when she with him. And It wasn't only her looks that had turned him into a complete fool in love either, it was the way she carried herself with such easy confidence . The way she pushed the limits and proved to everyone that had ever doubted her even a little bit , That they were wrong about her .

When she had first been signed to Ferrari alongside him so long ago now , Charles had been more than worried . Not of her skills . Definitely not. Because she was a natural born winner , she proved that each time she got into her car and defied the odds that were stacked against her .

No . That hadn't been the issue. The problem had been that she was his best friends ex girlfriend .

The same woman that had dumped Pierre on his ass because she just simply 'didn't want to be his girlfriend anymore.'

The same woman that he had comforted his friend about while pierre complained to him all night about how it just wasn't fair and about how he had been so certain that she was the one.

The same woman who Charles had quickly become close with on track and off the track too. He tried to blame his job for his closeness towards her at first .

He had to bond with her , she was his teammate after all. They needed to get along and be friendly. He couldn't just not get to know the woman he would be driving with all year around .

But it got more and more difficult to use the same old 'I have to. We work together.' Speech to those that has started to question their sudden closeness to one another . Because then their hangouts started to not include racing at all.

He had offered to drive her home one night when her car was in the garage getting new wheels put on. He didn't have to , aware that she had plenty of other friends in the paddock who werent her ex boyfriends best friend , that would happily drive her home . Yet he did.

Then he had started bringing an extra lunch box with him so that they could eat together in their breaks . Looking forward to the smile that she would beam his way whenever she would open up his messily made lunchbox and see different flavoured cupcake for her for each day of the week after he had noticed what a sweet tooth she had .

Then he had started seeking her out outside of racing. He spent more time at her apartment than he did at his own home. They gamed together . They dined together . They partied together . They did everything together and he loved it.

He went back to her hometown with her during the summer too. Where he then met her dad and all three of her brothers who hadn't even blinked an eyelash at the sight of him accompanying her side , his hand tucked into the back pocket of her jeans as though it was completely normal for him to do so.

Pierre had never met her family . A fact that he had quickly learned when he arrived back in Monaco to his upset best friend asking him what the hell it was that he thought he was doing by going home with her like that .

"It's no big deal." He had told him at the time. Forcing casualness into his voice as he tried to shrug off his growing suspicions . "We have to be friends. We work together . Think of it as team bonding.." he had lied terribly . Just like he has continued to lie every time it was brought up to him since .

Because they didn't have to be anything . Not to the public at least. But Charles wanted them to be . And it was a big deal because he knew deep down that it just wasn't right to do this to his friend .

But honestly , he was finding it harder and harder to care anymore . No matter how many furious glares Pierre gave him whenever he arrived to social gatherings with his side pressed closely against cherries . His mouth against her ear as he whispered jokes to her all throughout the night just so that he could hear her laugh again.

A proud smile lighting up his face and his chest filling with a dizzying lightness whenever she would turn to him with that dazzling smile of hers and simply pinch his cheek, giggling to him that he needed to stop making her laugh before she choked on her drink.

He struggled to feel remorseful because he truly hadn't meant for this to happen. To fall in love with his best friends ex girlfriend, who Pierre so clearly wasn't over still.

But love didn't have rules and love didn't care about the consequences. It just happened .

He was so consumed by it that he could feel nothing else but the love that he had for her . Why should he feel ashamed of something that was out of his control? That would simply be a waste of his energy and time.

So as he finally spotted Cherrie across the room, his best friend leant against the wall opposite her as he spoke down to her with a gleam in his eye and his hands drifting up to play with the ends of her Long hair. He felt his face tense up at the sight.

Charles wasted no time in picking up the Cosmo that he had ordered for her before quickly pushing through the crowd to get over to them. His stomach twisting as he caught the sound of cherries sweet giggle as she laughed at something Pierre had said.

He slid up beside her with a forced smile , gently nudging cherries shoulder with his own to get her attention and ignoring the way Pierre's eyes narrowed dangerously at his sudden appearance at her side . Again.

"I got you a Cosmo." He simply said to her as he carefully handed her the glass, making sure she didn’t spill it.

Smiling to himself as he watched her face light up at the sight of him and her favourite drink , leaning up to press a loud, obnoxious kiss against his cheek in thanks .

Pulling away with a tipsy grin as she took a sip of the Cosmo, humming happily to herself as she pushed herself under Charles awaiting arm without a second thought . Just like she always did. The alcohol making her forget that they weren’t home anymore, and that no longer was it just the two of them.

"Cheered my dears!" She chirped , clearly pleased with him .

"Where have you been? I called you like ten minutes ago!" She had to raise her voice to be heard over the loud music .

Not seeming to care that her ex boyfriend was watching their growing familiarness with each other a little too closely.

Charles let out a amused laugh, pulling a silly face down at her . "How would I hear my phone ringing in a club you silly woman? I was only over by the bar! I've been looking for you as well!" He told her with a grin.

Leaning his head down slightly as she offered him a sip of her drink, lifting the glass to his lips for him to sip from. Only lowering it again once he had squeezed her shoulder to tell her that he had enough .

She just shrugged at him "I've been with Pierre!" Seeming only then to remember that they weren't alone . She turned to the French man and smiled , not noticing the way that he had been glaring at Charles from beside her .

Charles pretended not to notice as well. For everyone’s sakes.

"We were just talking about how I took her to Spain for her birthday last time. When me and Cherrie were still together." He made a point to empathise , to remind his best friend that this was in fact his ex girlfriend that he was cosying up to.

Charles just looked back at him blankly , raising his brow a little mockingly .

"Was that the same place where your relationship also abruptly ended?" It came out snappily before he could even think to stop it. Just as lando and Daniel pushed there way into their little group as well.

Both laughing and drunkenly greeting patting them all on the backs in hello . Daniel throwing his arms around Cherrie with a happy yell.

"This is a great party! Happy birthday by the way! You feel any older yet ?" He shouted down to her . Rubbing his knuckles against her hair just to annoy her .

Making Cherrie bat his hands away from her with a groan. Quickly trying to fix her hair again as lando glanced between Charles and Pierre a little warily , the only one noticing the way that they seemed to be in a staring match.

"You can thank Charles for the party! He arranged everything! Did you see my cake?" She giddily exclaimed . Still buzzed over it.

"It had a mini me on it! And the cake is almost as tall as I am!" She gushed .

Daniel laughed loudly , grinning over at Charles in amazement .

"See it? Half of it is in my stomach! Best cake I've ever had!" He made a show of pushing his stomach out and patting it with a pleased sigh.

Cherrie kicked at his leg with a joking gasp "you better not have ate it all!" As they started bickering between the two of them.

Shoving at each others shoulders like children before Daniel pretended that he was going to steal the mini icing version of her , making her run after him while he cackled like a mad man.

Leaving Lando to carefully look between both Charles and Pierre warily , clearing his throat a little awkwardly as he disrupted their stare down.

"Er- everything all right guys? Good party eh?" He said finally getting their attention . Only to grimace at the look that crossed Pierre's face as he shook his head with a pissed off purse of lips.

"Not really lando." He clutched his drink that was in his hand even tighter as he glared over at Charles who was already rolling his eyes. Knowing where this was about to go.

Yet he was too drunk to care this time. Having drank far too many of cherries favourite cosmos to think to make any more excuses and lies like he usually would .

Lando sighed "oh. Should I ask why?" He didn't really want to know why but he also didn't want a fight to break out in the middle of cherries birthday party either.

Mentally cursing out the fact that he always managed to be caught up in somebody else's drama, his timing was just horrible and he felt like a little child that was stood between the two of them, head snapping between the two of them rapidly as they engaged in their little stare down .

Making him more and more uneasy as the seconds passed by, glancing pleadingly over the crowd as he tried to spot Daniel again. Just wishing that he would come back and crack some of his jokes so that the tension could be diffused between the two friends who were starting to behave more like enemies now.

Pierre scoffed loudly , glare never leaving Charles as he shook his head at him in disgust. "Why? Well, why don't you ask this idiot why I'm not happy Lando? Im sure he can tell you all about it!" He seethed , sick and tired of the lies that his best friend had been feeding him for months now.

Charles rolled his eyes at him , pulling a incredulous face . "Oh for gods sake! You're being ridiculous! I haven't even done anything wrong!" And he stuck by what he said. Because despite his feelings for Cherrie, he hadn’t acted on them for a long time out of some strained respect for his friend.

But he was finding it more and more difficult to just sit back and let this chance of true love go by. Why was it so bad anyways? Cherrie had made it clear a long time ago that anything romantic was over between her and Pierre, telling him firmly that they were only ever going to be friends now. That she just didn't feel the same way anymore , having never been one who dragged people along, instead she told the truth and let him know that she just wasn't feeling him anymore.

And it may have hurt Pierre to hear it but wasn't that better than staying with someone out of fear of hurting their feelings and useless pity?

She did the right thing and she hasn't done it cruelly or with bad intentions , she just did what she thought was right.

What wasn't right was the spark of relief and not so subtle glee that Charles had felt when Pierre had told him about their sudden breakup and how blind sighting it was for him. He had comforted his friend, told him that he was going to be okay and that it just wasn't meant to be. Because that's was the right thing for him to do at the time.

However, he could admit now to himself that what wasn't the right thing to do was to was head straight over to cherries home the very same night as well, telling himself that it was because that she was his friend too and that he only wanted to check in on her to make sure she wasn't crying her eyes out like his other friend was.

But she had opened the door with a smile and a knowing look on her pretty face as she glanced down at the bottle of expensive champagne and chocolates in his hands, as he held them up to her with a curious look on his own face. His breath catching in his throat when she looked him in his eyes and smiled that Angel smile of hers and said casually

"Are we celebrating?" Jokingly.

Only Charles wasn't joking when he answered with a smirk of his own , chewing on the inside of his cheek as hope filled his chest. Their arms brushing as she invited him into her home and locked the door behind them without any hesitation.

"Are we?" Was all he could reply with a curious glance her way. Wondering why she didn't seem upset about her breakup with his friend in the slightest.

Although he really should have known better than to assume that she would be cut up and upset. That just wasn't who she was. She was calm , cool and collected. Still the same old Cherrie with a contagious laugh and sunshine grin, pouring them a tall glass of the champagne that he had bought and handing him his glass with a familiar twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

She had just shrugged at his question for an answer. Then Charles had pulled her into his arms on her fancy couch, his arm never leaving her shoulders even as they played a intense game of Mario kart for the rest of the night. And he should have gone home as soon as the night became the morning.

He Should have went back to check in on his heartbroken friend. Instead he had hopped on a plane the next morning for a weekend trip to Greece with Pierre's now, ex girlfriend. Texting him that he was just going to visit a friend and that he would be back soon.

And he knew that he shouldn't have done it. Shouldn't have done any of it. Shouldn't have felt the way he did towards Cherrie. Shouldn't have been so bitterly jealous when they were together, his stomach turning whenever Pierre would as so much as mention her name.

But he couldn't help it and he had tried to ignore his overwhelming feelings for her for so long. Tried so hard just to be her friend. But nothing worked and each time he tried to push back his love for her, his love would only grow and everything she did made him smile.

He saw her in the sun. He saw her in the stars. He saw her in his night dreams , his daydreams , his past and his future.

Everywhere he looked, no matter where he was in the world. Monaco or Spain. Australia or Texas. She never left his mind.

He would go into a shop and see party style cowboy hats and remember how she always wore these obnoxious, glitter filled and brightly coloured cowboy hats to every single party they went to. Telling him that it was her good luck charm. Then she had made him one two .

She had spent hours gluing and sewing on his name to the rim of the bright red cowboy hat, sparkles and all. And Charles had worn it to the paddock too even though he felt like an idiot as everyone giggled and took photos of him in his massive , glitter filled and faux fur trimmed cowboy hat. He wore it because it made her happy, as silly at is was.

And because she was happy and she smiled like the fucking sun when she saw him wearing it the whole day, he smiled too. Because nothing made him happier than hearing her laugh and feeling the warmth of her smile against his flushed skin.

He saw her in the moon. He saw her at sunset. He saw her in his mornings, in his midnights. At his dining table sharing a large portion of takeaway between them as they chatted shit for hours and hours until they fell asleep leaning against each other , feeling comfortable and safe enough to do so when no one else was around.

She was always with him even when she wasn't there at all. And well, how could he be ashamed of that?

He had read somewhere once that love like that only ever came around once and that you had to grasp the chance of real love with both hands and never let it go.

Nirvana. Eternal happiness and Charles was so sure that she was the one that would bring him that , day in and day out. He wanted her.

He had wanted her from the moment he met her, pierres arm around her shoulders as he introduced the beautiful woman beside him as his girlfriend. Charles hadn't been able to look away from her since then. And he didn't think this feeling was every going to fade, he didn't want it too.

And it was with that thought in mind and the alcohol streaming through his blood and turning his regret into shameless confidence that made him look Pierre straight in his eyes and say

"She's not yours to keep anymore. You need to let her go."

Even Lando looked at him with wide , shocked eyes while Pierre's face hardened in anger towards his friend who no longer seemed to care about the consequences of his own feelings.

"She's not yours either! And what- you want me to just let her go so that you can slide in and play Romeo?!" Pierre spat at him furiously , looking betrayed. Having never thought that it would be his own best friend to do something like this to him.

Charles sighed loudly in annoyance, pursing his lips as he returned his glare easily. "She's not an object for anyone to own mate. I'm just saying- this isn't healthy. She's moved on so why can't you?" He retaliated back to him , fed up with the same old fear of Pierre finding out about how he felt for Cherrie.

He was done being scared . He loved her and that was the truth. And he was almost ninety percent certain that she loved him too.

He felt it in the way she showed up at his doorstep with a boutique of flowers and a congratulations cake she had made in her hands after he had won a race. Pride clear in her voice as she told him that she knew he could do it, and that she never doubted him for a second.

Charles had skipped the after party and spent the night on his balcony with her tucked into his side instead , a content grin on his face that refused to budge the whole night. Even when his friends texted him asking him where he was. He was right where he wanted to be. By her side , sharing cake and cutting the stems off the flower and putting them together in a old vase he found. Cherrie had signed the vase in her messy handwriting 'for the greatest driver in the world. I believe in you.'

Charles put the vase right in between his awards and trophy's and she gave him a new set of flowers when the others withered away. She'd turned up with another boutique and a smile.

How was he not supposed to fall in love?

He felt it in the way she made him a home cooked meal whenever he was home , stressing over him like a mother hen. Making him pick out a recipe and demanding that he stay out of the room so that the dinner would be a 'surprise' even though they both knew that Charles would end up rushing in the kitchen and helping her as soon as the first curse escaped from her lips in frustration. They ended up making a meal together and eating it together too as they both spilled gossip and chatted away about their weeks to each other , backing eachother up and just being there for one another when things got tough.

He felt her love in the way that she silently passed him a water bottle when they were out with friends, knowing that he would forget to keep hydrated otherwise.

It was in the way that she gave him her spare key so that he could chill out at her home when she was away after he had told her that his place just didn't feel like home like hers did to him.

It was the way that she looked for him in a crowded room. The way that he was the first person she would always call. The way she would check in on him over the radio to make sure that he was doing okay during their race . It was the way she would excitedly celebrate whenever he won, the way she would still get excited even when he came p3. The pride never left her face when she embraced him and told him that he did so good and that he would do even better the next race too.

And he knew. He just knew that she was it for him. But how did he explain that to his friend that was still so hung up on her? Why couldn't he understand?

Pierre had fell in love with her too. Just like Charles had. The only difference was that Cherrie hasn't chosen him. Hadn't fell in love with Pierre , no matter how hard she had tried to do so.

And it was a hard pill to swallow as Pierre inhaled sharply , looking at Charles with hurt in his eyes . "Yeah - moved on with you! What kind of friend are you? Getting with my ex fucking girlfriend! What's wrong with you?!" His voice rose in anger , in disbelief.

Lando was looking between the two of them with wide eyes. Completely out of the loop and feeling like he had missed a giant chunk of the story.

He gaped at Charles in shock "you're with Cherrie?" He questioned Charles , speechless by what he was hearing. As far as he had known , Pierre was still in love with Cherrie and her and Charles were just friends.

How wrong he was.

Charles groaned "no! No I'm not! I haven't done anything with Cherrie Pierre! Not immediately-I—And I'd say I'm a good friend- it's been nearly a year since she left you! She doesn't love you and I know it hurts but you can't keep doing this! This isn't fair to you, it isn't fair to Cherrie and it isn't fair to me either mate!" He exclaimed , fed up with holding back in fear of hurting his feelings.

He was done.

Pierre laughed humourlessly "isn't fair to you?!" He repeated incredulously "how do you think I feel?! My best friend is in love with my ex girlfriend-"

"Exactly! Ex! Meaning not anymore! You have no say over what she does or who she's with! Don't you want her to be happy? You can't keep clinging on like this!" Charles cut him off angrily , swiping a hand down his face in annoyance.

Pierre felt like crying, voice cracking as he shouted back "yes I do but not with you!" Downing the rest of his drink in one go. Unable to look at Charles anymore , instead his eyes searched the crowd around them and found Cherrie instead.

He watched her as she laughed loudly at something Daniel had said, both of them cutting themselves even more cake. Stuffing their faces as they gossiped like teenagers , heads bowed together as they judged the people around them with matching grins on their faces.

Charles followed his eyesight and let out a long sigh, swallowing down the sudden lump that was rising in his throat.

"Mate..come on. You've got to know that I didn't mean for this happen. I couldn't help who I fell in love with . It just happened . I never wanted to hurt you like this.." he told him honestly , smiling a little as he watched Cherrie throw her head back in laughter , the club lights shining down on her and making her glow.

Pierre sniffled , exhaling loudly as he shook his head and tore his eyes away from the woman he had thought to be the one. But not anymore.

He glanced back over to his friend and swallowed as he saw the look on Charles face as he looked at her as though she was the only woman in the world. Nobody existing to him but her.

"Charles .. I don't want you to lie to me anymore." He spoke up catching his attention again.

Charles frowned at him , unease growing in his chest as he saw the look he was giving him. "What do you mean?"

Pierre looked at him blankly for a moment before asking him bluntly "when did you fall in love with her? Was it while we were still together?" He wanted to know. Wanted a timeline of this mess.

Meanwhile Lando had found a bag of candy from the table behind him and was chewing on them silently as he watched the scene play out between them with wide eyes , chewing slowly as he watched the show.

Charles hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding his head , guilt across his face as he answered him quietly . "Yes. I felt something for her the first night that you introduced her to us. But Love.. I didn't know that I was in love with her till Austria."

Pierre couldn't believe it. Looking at him in disbelief "that was two , nearly three years ago! You're telling me that you've had feeling for her this whole time and you didn't say a single thing?!"

Charles swallowed and simply shrugged "like you said. You two were still together and I wasn't going to ruin that. I wouldn't do that to you Pierre. I promise." He needed him to know that he had never made a single move on her the whole time they were together . Had only ever let himself be her friend back then.

Pierre slowly nodded his head, sighing loudly as he felt his anger slowly began to fade . Being replaced with a feeling of defeat and dread instead.

"But you did do something. There's no way that you just continued to be just her friend when we broke up." He stated matter of factly . Reading the guilt on his face easily . "Did you tell her how you felt?"

Charles shook his head , feeling bad. "No. Not then.”He mumbled, looking away from him uncomfortably. Unable to look him in the eye, already knowing the questions he was going to ask him next .

Knowing that he couldn't lie his way out of this one anymore. He was done making excuses and lying to his friend. He was tired of sneaking around. Tired of the guilt and worry.

It was time to confess.

Pierre slowly nodded his head , never taking his eyes off him. "Did you kiss her that night? When we broke up and you went to her place after mine?"

Charles looked down at his feet, fidgeting with the glass in his hand as he let out a deep breath. Nervously glancing back up to him after a moment of tense silence between them.

"No." He finally breathed out quietly "I didn't. Not-not then." He muttered , swallowing thickly.

Pierre's eyes narrowed at him "when then? Cause you have kissed her haven't you?" He knew.

Charles pursed his lips and looked him in the eyes as he reminded himself that it was time for the truth.

"I have , yes. But not till a few months ago. When I was sure.." he admitted to him , fiddling with the ring on his finger that Cherrie had bought him.

It was a crystal ring , supposed to ward of bad energy. But from the air of suppressed fury and upset he was getting from his friend. He had a feeling that the ring would no be working for him tonight.

"Sure of what?" It was Lando who asked him the question .

Both of the drivers had momentarily forgotten that he was even there as they looked over at him in surprise , he had been watching their drama unfolded with keen interest the whole time .

Thoroughly enjoying himself.

Charles sighed , shaking his head to himself as he glanced over to the crowd again. Finding Cherrie easily , his heart skipping a beat in his chest when she turned her head and caught his gaze on her. Giving him a bright smile and a cheerful wiggle of her fingers before Danny dragged her into yet another conversation.

"That she loves me. I didn't want to - to kiss her until I was certain that it wouldn't be for no reason." He told them truthfully .

There was a long Stretch of uncomfortable silence between them. Pierre simply looking between his ex girlfriend and his best friend quietly , arms folded over his chest tightly as he let the truth (the truth that deep down, he had already known.) sink in deep.

"How are you sure that she loves you too? She's not exactly a fan of commitment. What makes you think that is it different for you , that you're the one for her and not me?" He asked him genuinely. Wondering what made him think that way.

Charles looked at him apologetically, knowing that his next words were going to hurt him but he needed to say them anyway. Pierre needed to understand that truth, no matter how much it hurt.

"Because she looks at me in a way that she never once looked at you Pierre." He stated with a grimace , not enjoying hurting his friend like this at all. But how could he let her go and let the idea of them fade away if he didn't listen to him?

If anything Charles was giving him some closure , giving him the answers to all the unanswered questions he had wanted to know all year round.

Charles just wished that it didn't have to be like this.

But he loved her. He was in love. Falling more into each day. Cherrie was the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making her happy , making her giggle till she had tears of laughter in her eyes.

She was the reason he even believed in love. They just had their timings mixed up a little.

Because the night they Pierre had met Cherrie was the same night that Charles had meant to be at the gala in his place. But he had gotten sick and asked Pierre to go in his place instead. Leading him to meet her that night instead of him.

Charles had always wondered what would have happened if he had been the one to arrive there. Would Pierre's story have been his? Would he have fallen in love with her that night as full heartedly as he had the night that pierre introduced her as is girlfriend in the summer? He didn't know.

He had a feeling that it was fate being tested twice. Two chances for him to meet her and fall in love. He had missed the first chance. And took the second one given to him and he wasn't planning on letting this one go. Because he knew that there would be no third chance if he did.

"I love her Pierre. I'm sorry that you did too but I'm not going to apologise for being in love with her. I'm not sorry that she makes me happy. And I'm not sorry that I can make her equally as happy too." He told him sincerely , meaning every word .

He knew then the truth. And defeat weighed on him heavily as he let out the breath he had been holding in. Uncrossing his arms from his chest with a loud sigh , running his hands over his face in defeat .

"She's-this isn't a fling to you is it? It's serious? You want forever? Because if you don't-" he started to warn him.

Charles hurriedly cut him off just as they heard her loud voice echo across the room towards them, both of there heads turning at the same time as she shouted Charles name over and over again . Trying to get his attention.

She was beaming over at him brightly , waving her hands towards the cake that was left on the table. Less than half left.

"Can we put this in your car Charles?! I want to save some for my family! Dad wanted a big slice!" She shouted over to him drunkenly , hands on her hips as she inspected what was left of her giant cake.

Charles laughed affectionately, shaking his head at her with a grin. "Yes! Don't touch it though! I'll grab it!" He hollered back to her in amusement.

Forgetting that Pierre was even there for a moment , his gaze locked on cherries as she pouted at him. Hair a mess and makeup smudged across her eyes as she swayed with a bottle of half drunken champagne in her hands.

"But I want to go now! Dad is coming in the morning and taking us to that car meet up remember?!" She screamed back to him.

Uncaring off those around her wincing and giving her looks as she screamed across the dance floor instead of simply going over to him and telling him. She decided to shout instead .

Charles laughed loudly "I know! He texted me to remind you! You're the one that sleeps in!" He grinned before pausing as he remembered that he had been mid discussion about their love to her ex boyfriend and his best friend before she interrupted him and made him forget what he was doing in the first place. Again.

He sheepishly looked back at Pierre , Lando grinning to himself as he looked between them all in silent amusement. Not saying a thing, just enjoying the show.

"Sorry.." he mumbled blushing, scratching his jaw awkwardly as she screamed his name again . He pursed his lips and turned to look af her for a moment , holding up one finger for her to wait .

"I'm coming in a minute! Grab your things! Get your purse and meet me at the door!" She just gave him a thumbs up in response before hurrying off to find her jacket and purse again. Trusting him completely.

Pierre looked at him in disbelief "her dad texts you?"

Charles felt smug even though he knew that he shouldn't . But he managed to keep his face straight and solemnly nodded his head . "Yes. Er-he helped me with the cake actually . Well- he just told me her favourite since she was a kid. We both like vintage cars so he's taking us to see some in the morning. I've been helping him fix up his own vintage Chevy too.. well, more like he's fixing it and I'm watching but .. it's fun, yeah! He's really nice and-" he exhaled nervously. Rambling on. "Yeah." Completely flustered .

And Pierre knew then that he had no chance at all. That this was it. Cherrie wasn't his to love anymore and it was clear to him now that he was never going to be the one she chose. She had never even mentioned her family to him, definitely never let him meet her father.

And while it hurt he knew what he had to do.

So he smiled tensely at his friend and said "if you fuck up, I will be there . Swooping in to play Romeo. So.." he inhaled deeply , looking at him seriously. "Be careful and treat her right." He mumbled quietly , focusing back on his drink. Having a feeling that he needed another whole bottle now.

Charles looked at him in shock , having expected a fist to the face. Not the go ahead . "You're not mad?"

Pierre scoffed at him "oh I'm fucking furious but there's nothing I can do about it is there?" He gave a sarcastic shrug . "You love her and she clearly loves you. There's no stopping you is there?"

Charles slowly nodded his head in agreement , glancing over to the door where Cherrie was impatiently waiting for him. Waving her hands at him like a crazy person . Miming a arrow sign with her body as she leaned towards the exit door making him chuckle quietly at her antics.

God. He loved her.

"There isn't." He confirmed to him softly "and I won't fuck up. I can promise you that." He then hesitated as he went to walk away, patting Pierre's shoulder gently . Apologetically. "I am sorry though. I didn't mean to fall in love with but.." he sighed long and hard, motioning hopelessly towards Cherrie who was now trying to do a handstand against the wall and failing miserably . Making him laugh softly beneath his breath .

“Look at her! I didn't have a chance against it. She's it for me mate. She's-"

"She's the one."

Then he patted his shoulder again , giving him once last look before quickly walking off, hurrying over there to Cherrie before she could break her face from her sudden desire to become a gymnast at the club.

Pierre and Lando could only watch silently as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder , the other one snaking around her waist as she leaned into his side with a bright grin on her pretty face. Squeezing him tightly as she tilted her chin up, saying something to him that they couldn't hear.

Then she reached up and closed the gap between them without any hesitation , kissing him softly as she ran her fingers through his hair. Breaking away momentarily to giggle against his lips , both of them locked in their own loved up bubble together . No one else mattering to them as Charles fixed her dress for her , pulling it down her thighs further and then straightening out her hair too.

Looking down at her with nothing but love in his eyes as he cupped her face in his hands gently , leaning forward to lay a small kiss between her eyes. Smiling softly as he did so.

And Pierre turned away from the sight with a thick swallow , sighing shakily as Lando just patted him on his back in sympathy. Wincing pitifully for him.

"Do you think any other of our friends are in love with her as well?" He unhelpfully blurted out curiously . "I mean- Lance and max are-"

Pierre just shoved at his head with his hand and huffed moodily at him . "Shut up. If someone else is in love with her then that's charles problem now. Let him see how it feels!" He exclaimed bitterly before stomping away to find another bottle to down his sorrows in.

Leaving Lando to simply shrug and pull out his phone to text his friends to tell them what had happened. Max and Lance too.

God did he love some drama. He couldn't wait to give a play by play act to Carlos and Daniel about what had happened. They weren't going to believe this!

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